âHey, Loverâ
The first thing that Mark became aware of when he woke up was the feeling of a warm body in his bed. Without thinking, he pulled them close, burying his face in their hair. Itâd been far too long since heâd gotten the chance to hold someone like this or have sex. He eventually opened his eyes, a contented sound escaping the back of his throat, and found himself in bed with Maureen Johnson.
Smiling faintly, he gently nudged her awake. âMaureen?â
"Yeah." Maureen said, unsure what to make of the situation as she gradually woke up properly. "I think you have something to do with that though."
Mark grinned at her, ruffling his hair a bit. âI try to help,â he replied brightly before snickering. âSo, itâs safe to say that we may have had a bit too much to drink last night.â The amused expression remained, although he watched her closely to see how she reacted.
Maureen nodded. âYeah I⌠I think we did.â Suddenly her eyes widened. âJesus Christ. Joanne is going to murder me. Iâm just trying to prove to her that Iâll stay devoted again.â















